after a long, tiring, day
this cold winter night
you fell deep aslumber
on the couch cocooned
in my grandma's afghan
by the warming fire
content and comforted
just watching you sleep
watching you sleep
softly plucking
on karibian's oud
melodies known
mostly improvised
soft, sweet, uşşak,
gentle lullabies while
watching you sleep
watching you sleep
i laid the oud aside
for a notebook
replacing mizrap
with caran d'ache
and penned this poem
feeling soothed and just
watching you sleep
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